My experience might be more extreme, because of the negative nature of most news. So, after almost half a year of thinking about positive things -- cute babies, stuffed animals, playground visits -- I'm spending eight hours a day reading about war, famine, debt and political infighting.
Chloe is happiest early in the day, when I go get her out of her crib. I feed her, change her and play with her before the helper arrives and I start my own day. I love my mornings with her.
Then I go to work and worry about which rebel group is staging an attack where, whether people have decided to set themselves fire, or how many people have frozen to death in Europe.
After that, I go home and listen to nursery rhymes. (Even when the music is off, they are stuck in my head, and I find myself humming "Fre-re Jac-ques, Fre-re Jac-ques" or the "ABC" song incessantly).
This is how my brain is operating: Republican primary. Winky Tinky, the gay Teletubby. Fighting in Syria. Pureed peas vs. apple sauce. Upcoming Myanmar elections. Bedtime story book choice.
The other day, I was surfing through the wire photos and thought, "You know what? President Bashar al-Assad of Syria looks kinda like Bert from Sesame Street. Or, maybe like Beaker from the Muppets."
That's when I take a little break to clear my head.